This man always keeps running off
Says he does not understand
The task at all, makes me
Fume and blow my top
This type of people
I'd rather do
Without
But
As
Days
Went by
Realized that
Youth has different
Stakes and different
Tastes, they take jobs as
Lesser of a concern than
Making their lives whole, going
In pursuit of balance, doing this and
That, no job is going to hold them back
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